The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The rain did not fall; it was imposed. Maren stood at the edge of the Glass Verge, her fingers interlaced, knuckles white against the damp chill of the air. Below her, the city of Aethelgard sprawled in a grid of silver and grey, a mechanical lung breathing in slow, rhythmic pulses of steam and light. It was a beautiful thing, in the way a frozen lake is beautiful—perfect, rigid, and devoid of...

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